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... "Alright... desert bastard..." My voice cracked like a whip in the dry night air, but the words still scraped out of my throat. "If I can’t kill you... Then I’ll survive you. That’s the quest, right? Just survive."
Bravado. A paper-thin veneer lacquered over the shattering wood of my body. My legs trembled with every shift of weight, wobbly stilts jammed into the sand. My throat was a strip of fire, my tongue cracked and swelling, each swallow like glass shards grinding against raw flesh ...
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